Page 56 of Frankie and the Fed
I flinch as he pushes in all the way. It shouldn’t be painful. The injuries I had have healed, and they removed all the stitches long ago, but it still stings and surprises me. An unwanted tear emerges.
“You’re so tight.” He mumbles through clenched teeth, then looks up and flinches as if startled.
“Am I hurting you? Fuck, I’m hurting you.” He pulls out immediately, startling me, too.
“No. No, it’s good. I’m fine.” I try to pull him back to me.
“You’re crying. You’re not okay.”
“I’m not crying. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just tension. It passed right away.” I convince him to continue.
He slowly pushes into me again, a look of concentration on his face as he tries to control the pace. This time it doesn’t hurt at all, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I try to encourage him with movements of my pelvis until he responds and starts at his own pace.
He lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders. The new position presses on a sensitive spot inside me, and my eyes fly open. Oh shit. “Faster,” I encourage him and grasp his butt. “Yes, harder.”
The knot in my stomach grows. I contract my muscles, try to stop myself and delay the end. I want to feel him come inside me first, but I can’t hold back. The pace is fast, and I climb higher and higher until I reach my peak, seizing him inside me, my limbs twisting and shaking under him.
He sinks on top of me, the weight of his body on mine, and he comes inside me with a loud moan of pleasure. For a long moment, we just lie there on top of each other.
When he leaves me, the emptiness is overwhelming. He’s here next to me, but I already miss him. “Stay with me?”
He pulls the blanket over us, clings to me in an embrace, and closes his eyes.
“Want to take a shower?” I ask, but he doesn’t take his hands off me.
“Later. I want my smell on you, just for a little longer.” He breathes me in.
Ugh. Why does he have to be so sexy?
CHAPTER23
Ethan
Cuddled with Ayala, all I can think is,thisis the way to wake up. This was also the first night I slept without nightmares. Her skin is warm and pleasant against mine, and I take a moment to smell the scent in her hair.
She has been through so much, but still, she is here with me, trusting me.
Ryan once told me that the universe sent her to me to show me I was forgiven. Sometimes I think he’s right.
I kiss her neck, and her blue eyes flutter as she wakes up.
I don’t think there is a part of her I don’t like, but there is no doubt I love those huge eyes the most for all the intensity of the emotions that lie in them.
If I didn’t think she would run away screaming, I would propose to her right now.
Yes, I’m ready. The realization hits me like a hammer in the head. I wasn’t myself when we broke up. Everyone told me that, and I didn’t want to listen. She makes me feel alive. If anyone knew what I was thinking, they would laugh at me. It’s the thoughts of someone deeply in love. I never thought that would be me.
I want her to be my wife. Now I just have to convince her she wants it too.
She stretches under me. My cock, which was already half-erect, is fully erect now, and I rub myself a little on her thigh.
It scared me yesterday when she wasn’t wet. I thought she didn’t want me, that the trauma was too severe, and that it wouldn’t work. But her body just needed a little encouragement to get back to itself. It was hard for me, too. The images from that terrible day keep coming up. I had to focus my thoughts on the present several times and kept telling myself that she’s safe and sound. But as soon as she started responding to me, I forgot about everything and immersed myself in the moment.
She moans as she feels me on top of her, and I continue to kiss her, sending my hands to her heaven. This time it goes easily. She is wet in seconds, and I turn her around, press her back against me, and slowly slide into her.
Yes, I’m ready to wake up like this every morning.
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